Pruning
Many years ago, before realizing the power and value of pruning,
I watched in utter dismay as my neighbor cut back the limbs on
his front yard trees. I thought to myself, "Surely, they will die".
Fast forward a few decades. My bride pruned the rose bushes, and
I cut back the Crape Myrtles. I started in January, and we are
almost done with the pruning.
As frequently is the case, natural pruning has left me with a question.
Who shall prune and cut back on me in 2023? That is the question. Shall
I not yield to the saw and cutters as did the rose bushes and trees?
Nature's beauties never once resisted, nor did they insist that I cease
because I was taking something away or hurting them. I rather think that
they longed for my loving attention and care, as they and I anticipated
the beauty of new life bursting through their veins this coming Spring.
May The Lord extend his Grace to us as we are pruned by Him.
020923PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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